It's entirely wrong of me to feel old at 25. There's no reason for it, methinks. My twin sister has all ready moved out of my mother's house and takes good care of her self and her belly fruit. (my little zonster)
My boyfriend has a job where he makes $20+ an hour and I'm making $13+ an hour.... why the hell do we still live at home? I ask my self this same question persistently. I am weary and tired of all the mundane-ness surrounding me, but, as of yet have found no way out. It's lame. No, really.
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